The Mafia's Nanny
And I intended to pull on it until it unraveled completely.
We reached a corner booth, shrouded in shadow. The informant was already there, hunched over a drink that looked like it had been poured hours ago. He looked up as we approached, his eyes wide and skittish, like a rabbit caught in a trap. His name was Henry, and he was known for knowing things he shouldn’t. The kind of knowledge that got people killed if they weren’t careful.
“Alaric,” he stammered, his voice barely audible over the music. He glanced at Allesio, then back at me, swallowing hard. “I didn’t think you’d come yourself.”
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